Where God Lives

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To some, this story will mean something, to others, maybe not so much. But if it makes just one person say, {"Hmm?"}, then it did what it was supposed to do. --- This story is loosely based on a real life occurrence involving an artist and the painting he produced.

Submitted: June 15, 2017

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Submitted: June 15, 2017



In an old Mission, on the outskirts of modest sized town, there resided a Monk named Thyme.

This Monk was known by the villager as being someone who often talked to himself. But he was a kind man and never showed any signs of being a danger to anyone so they considered him harmless.

On one bright and sunny Tuesday Thyme was mumbling to himself and tending to a grapevine when a young traveler approached him.

"Pardon me, “said the man, "might I trouble you for some bread and water?"

"Of course," replied Thyme, "no stranger is ever turned away when in need. Come, I will show you the way.


Brother Thyme introduced himself to the man as they walked into the mission, finding their way to the kitchen.

There was a lot of noise in the kitchen, two monks were banging and clanging pans and other utensils while baking. So Brother Thyme placed several items on a tray and motioned toward another room. Leading the way into what turned out to be a dining hall, the two men seated themselves at a table.

"Some wine, Mr. Trundle? The monk asked as he sliced some very fresh and wonderful smelling sourdough bread.

The man looked surprised and then nodded his head in the affirmative.

"I am afraid I have no money to pay for this," said the stranger, with head bowed low.

Thyme replied with words and a smile, "That is not a problem, you are my guest.

But I'm afraid the meal will be limited, a sandwich of bread, sausage, and cheese; and, of course, wine."

Mr. Trundle wolfed down half the sandwich before ever taking a breath; even then, stopping only for a moment to drink some wine.

"Oh that is so good," Trundle stated, "I have not eaten in four days."

Then he started inhaling the second half of the sandwich, while the Monk prepared another.

Brother Thyme was curious how a well dress man with a car had come into this situation. So after Mr. Trundle started eating the second sandwich and was on his way to a third glass of wine, he began his story.


"I have traveled about 100 miles to try my artistic hand at doing paintings of your beautiful scenery, the hillsides, the mountains, and your exquisite vineyard here at the mission.

About a week ago, I stopped at a bend in the road when I saw a beautiful plant growing nearby. The flowers were blooming and the light was perfect.

I immediately took my sketch pad and pens and went to the site to draw and to make notes.

It was a warm day, so after some time I took off my jacket and tossed it on a nearby bolder.

I continued to sketch and make notes until I heard a scratching sound. As I investigated I realized that I was steps from a wolf den and it had at least three pups in there.

At that very moment I saw, who I presumed to be the mother, come over a hillside with something in it's mouth. She was not happy to see me there and began running towards me.

I ran, of course, and it wasn't until I reach my car that I realized that my jacket, with my wallet and credit cards, were still on the bolder.

It was not long before three more wolves had found their way to the den and there was no way that I was going to get my belonging back, that day. Besides, by that time it was late afternoon, so I drove to a nearby hilltop and slept in the car all night.

For three days I watched and waited to see if the wolves would leave just long enough to retrieve my jacket. Not that I cared about the jacket anymore, the wolf pups had discovered it and had been chewing on it for some time. But the wallet was in a zippered pocket, so I made the assumption that the wallet was still inside and intact.

For all that time the mother wolf would not leave her pups so on the fourth day, after everyone but momma left the area,  I drove the car down there in an effort to drive the car to where the jacket was. I found the earth soft and soon gave up that idea for fear of being trapped in the car without any way to flee. Besides, I was out of water.

As I approached this mission I noticed that I had cell service again, so I called my bank and they are sending a new credit card to the bank in the town near here. But that will not happen for several days, so I am destitute until then."

Now you would have thought that Brother Thyme would have a whole series of questions, but he had only one.

"Do you paint murals?"

Yes was the reply so the Monk asked the young painter if he would paint one on an inside wall of the mission, in exchange for food and lodging.

Mr. Trundle said, "I would love that opportunity, however, I do not have nearly enough paint to do such a large painting.

"Please, come with me," the Monk told Trundle as soon as he had finished eating.

Then Brother Thyme led him to another room filled with mops, buckets, and other cleaning equipment. 

"Can you use these?" the monk asked while pointing to several gallons of exterior house paint, in a variety of colors. They were neatly stacked in a corner.

Trundle asked to see the area that was to be the site of the mural and upon seeing it, he said, "I think we have a bargain Brother Thyme. Now what shall be the subject to be painted?"

"The residence of God," was the reply.

"Please understand, Brother Thyme, I am not a religious man. So when you say ("The residence of God"), I do not understand."

"Come," said the monk, "let us have another glass of wine while I tell you a story. Maybe you will understand afterward."

So back to the dining area went these two men and they seated themselves at the same table.

After the wine was poured Brother Thyme began, "Last year I was in a state of prayer and fasting when a thought came into my mind, almost like a voice in my ear. And it said to have a mural painted showing where GOD lives."

Trundle looked bewildered and thought for a moment, then stated, "You are asking a man with no religious affiliation and without an ounce of faith to paint a depiction of what God's house would look like. How could I possible know that?"

The Monk replied, "I did not say that you were going to paint a house, I said paint where God lives.

I will continue with the story.

About a year after the thought of the mural came to me a woman moved into the town down the road. She was wealthy and had ordered that her vacation house be painted, inside and out, with various colors. When the paint arrived the woman was not happy with the colors and ordered new paint.

She told me that she was about to send the paint back to the supplier when she noticed that the mission was in need of a new coat of paint. She also stated that the mission's color clashed with her hillside house.

None the less, that thought leads her to donate all that paint to us. We painted the outside of the mission and a few room, but still had lots of paint and colors left.

A week after the paint arrived I woke up for Morning Prayer with a renewed thought about the mural. So during Morning Prayer I asked God to provide a painter for the job. And here you are!"

Mr. Trundle was amused by the monk’s interpretation of the series of events and said with a smile, "That is all coincidence, not the work of God. Besides, that story will not help me with what you want me to paint."

"Hmm." --- The monk thought. "Well then, let me ask you why you decided to come to this area to paint."

"That is a simple explanation too. I had finished a commissioned painting and I had delivered it to the owner's home, about 100 miles from here. When I entered their home I noticed a painting that was hanging over their fireplace mantle.

The scenery in the painting was gorgeous!

I asked them if they knew where it was painted and they told me.

Anyway, I was between jobs and had nowhere in particular to be, so I decided to take a detour; that all."

"So you had a thought to deliver your painting instead of having UPS do it, to a house that just happened to receive a painting that prompted you to have a thought to make a detour. Then you stopped to do some drawings of a plant and its flowers, and there you left your jacket out of fear of wolves. Then, instead of continuing on your way you had the thought to wait there for several days or until the wolves left; but they didn't.

By then you were so hungry and thirsty, that you had the notion to stop at this mission for help, instead of driving another two miles into town? Is all that right? The Monk asked.

"Well, yes, but...

Brother Thyme stopped him and continued by saying, "Son, if you had arrived even one day earlier I would have not been here. I was at a retreat and arrived back here the night before you arrived. And just so you know, I was prompted to cut my visit short by six days.

So, had you not kept the timetable that you kept, followed the thoughts in your mind, and had I not listened, we would have never met and the mural never would have been an issue.

You may believe that you do not talk to God, but that does not mean that you never hear that still, small, voice.

Now please, do what you were brought here to do, and show us where God lives."




It took Trundle six days to complete the mural and he was at a loss to explain what he had created.

But Brother Thyme was happy with what had been done. And the other monks seem to understand the meaning of the mirror, with cloud-like fog painted in and around it.



D. Thurmond / JEF --- 06-15-2017

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